#MCU ocs

[saiilorstars]

Just a Girl and a Boy

Pairing: 40s!Steve Rogers x OFC

Summary: Steve meets a girl at the carnival and it doesn't end up in flames like every other time. Seren is funny, kind and so pretty and best of all, she saw him first.

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Steve hated these nights out with Bucky and their dates. He always knew — they always knew — that the girls would always end up hanging out with Bucky. Bucky was just too nice of a friend to say it out loud. He had left the group with the excuse he was going to buy treats for them. Truly, he was only going to buy himself one sorry treat and then head home. He had nothing to do at a carnival on his own.

"C'mon, which one are you going to get?" The ice cream employee was a lot more impatient with him, though, than he had been with the customer before him.

Steve had fallen into his grim thoughts and had been staring at the flavors of ice cream. "Uh, sorry," he blinked and cleared his throat before actually taking a look at the ice cream flavors.

Someone tapped his shoulder from behind and before he could look back, the someone spoke to him in a sweet feminine voice.

"Mint chocolate is usually good!"

Steve did a double-take on the woman and flushed. She was very pretty, as was her sweet smile.

She had bright green eyes and perfect pinned curled brunette hair that shined under the carnival lights. She wore a soft green dress with a white shawl over her shoulders. Her smile was wide and beautiful with a soft pink tint on her lips.

"Let's go, man," the ice cream guy shot at Steve again, "You're getting in this nice pretty girl's way. Move it!" And suddenly there was a nice smile on his face as he motioned the woman forward.

Steve took the steps necessary to give way for the girl (who was indeed very pretty). She thanked him kindly and stepped forward to make her order.

"Two mint chocolates, please," she said, and the ice cream guy got right on it. In less than a minute, she had two ice cream in her hands.

"There you are, sweetheart! Enjoy your evening, alright?"

"Oh, I will," she assured and turned away. She suddenly held one of the ice cream in her hands towards Steve, leaving the latter to blink with confusion.

"I — um — you didn't — I didn't —"

The girl chuckled and even that Steve found to be very alluring.

"Don't tell me you don't like the flavor," she tilted her head at him.

Steve swore she was purposely batting her eyes at him. He was only guessing; no one ever did that to him.

Practically gulping, he reached out to take the ice cream from her. Their fingers brushed together and Steve found her skin to be as soft as silk.

She had everything, didn't she?

"I'm Seren by the way," she introduced herself.

"Steve," he said back, eyes glued to her. She had not stopped smiling at him and it took him a moment to realize she was waiting for him to try the ice cream. Like a little boy following directions, he dug his spoon and took a taste like he'd never tasted ice cream before.

Seren giggled as a brain freeze caught up to him. "I'm glad you liked it, but you should probably slow down."

Steve rubbed his forehead and tried his best to ignore the flourishing embarrassment. He was cursed to make a fool of himself in front of every woman on earth. "Th-thanks…"

Seren stopped him when he started taking money out to repay her. "It's on me!"

"Absolutely not, ma'am. Let me pay you, please," Steve was very insistent and even got the money out from his pocket.

"I paid because that guy," she nodded back to the ice cream stand, "was being an unnecessary jerk. Trust me, I would have taken 3 ice cream for free if I wanted to but unfortunately, I only have 2 hands."

Steve chuckled with her. "If you won't let me pay for the ice cream, then you have to let me pay something else for you."

"I'd be much more content with a walk around this place," Seren gestured to the carnival. "I lost my friends in the crowd and I'm new to Brooklyn."

"You're new?" Steve thought it made sense. He knew just about every girl in the neighborhood thanks to their rejections.

Seren nodded at him. "Just moved last week."

"And you already made friends?"

Seren laughed at the question. Steve realized how that sounded and flushed.

"Sorry, I-I'm not that great with, uh — never mind…"

"It's alright," she assured him and dipped her spoon into her ice cream. "I'm not exactly great friends with them. They're neighbors on my street and I suppose they felt sorry for the new girl and invited me here. Regardless of what they felt, I still lost them here."

"I can help you find them, if you'd like," Steve offered. He certainly wouldn't mind spending time with her.

Seren beamed at his help. "Thanks!"

Except instead of walking around the carnival to find said friends, they wound up on a bench together eating their ice cream. Neither one seemed to mind the detour.

"So where exactly did you move from?" Steve asked her out of curiosity.

"Hudson," Seren replied, "Because of the war, my father's job relocated him to Brooklyn."

"And how are you liking it so far?"

"Mm, other than the fact I don't know anyone here, it's great!"

Steve laughed at her sarcasm. "Well, you know one new person now."

"I'm happy about that, trust me," Seren said, sensing him a warm smile. He was the first guy she met who didn't immediately flirt with her. Plus, he was really cute. "What about you? Did you come with someone here?"

"Uh, yeah, my best friend and…and some others…" Steve had been very close to saying 'dates'. He wouldn't even mention it because said dates preferred to be with Bucky anyways. He didn't mind anymore. He found someone much, much better.

"Did you lose them too?"

"On purpose," said Steve quickly, making Seren automatically snort and laugh.

"That bad, huh?"

"Well…" Steve swayed his head, "My friend, Bucky, he's a thrill rider and me…I have some, uh, health issues, that make the repercussions just a bit worse for me."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," Seren said, genuinely sympathizing with him.

"It's alright, I've dealt with it my entire life. It's nothing I'm not used to."

"Well, if you ever need anything, my mother's a nurse. She'd be happy to help you out!"

Steve liked her. By God he was liking her a lot.

She was so sweet and she looked damn beautiful even if all she was doing was eating ice cream. She was funny and had the most dramatic eyes when she was reacting to something he said that she found amusing.

After leaving the bench, they wandered around the carnival in search of Seren's friends. Steve offered to buy her another dessert, noticing that she had a sweet tooth. It was both to repay her and keep her around for a bit more. She had no problem with that.

They came across a house of mirrors and before Steve could say anything — that he absolutely hated houses of mirrors — Seren pulled his hand and ran inside. It took Steve a while to get over the shock of her taking his hand, and it led to him being pulled every which way through the mirrors like an idiot…

But he was a happy idiot.

He held onto Seren's hand tightly and soon began to pull his weight through the maze of mirrors. He may have crashed into a few mirrors here and there — to which Seren giggled each time — but it was about the most fun he'd ever had in one of those things.

"Dammit, another dead end." Seren gazed at mirrors circling them. "You're not very good at this, are you?"

"Me?" Steve looked at her incredulously, though he was beginning to laugh. "I don't see you getting us out of here."

"I was following you!" Seren exclaimed. She walked up to the mirrors in front of them and fixed a few strands of her hair. "And look where you got us?"

Steve watched her with a fondness in his eyes. He'd seen plenty of girls do the same thing and always thought of them as shallow. Something about Seren screamed that was far from who she was.

Seren caught him looking at her and smiled at him through the reflection. "Sorry, the running messed it up."

"You look great," he said, his cheeks a bright red.

Seren stopped with her hair and turned around. "I never asked and I probably should have but are you seeing someone?"

"Uuh, n-no, not…not at all, trust me," Steve said. "A bit more running and you'll trigger my asthma. Not a very, uh, attractive quality…amongst others."

"Your health isn't well?"

There was a hint of worry in her voice and that alone was a very stark difference between her and the other girls. Most took his health as an excuse to reject him.

"Not as great as I would like," he replied, deciding to leave the full history of his illnesses to the side. "The friends I came with were, uh, supposed to be dates but…let's just say my friend Bucky is a bit better looking…"

"How rude of them," Seren scowled.

"It's fine, trust me—"

Seren walked back to him and took his hand again. The scowl was off her face and replaced with a sweet smile. "So then nobody will mind if I steal you for a bit more?"

Steve was sure the look on his face was that of an idiot…because it was. He blinked at Seren and even though his mouth was open, nothing came out.

"I'll take that as a 'let's go'," Seren chuckled and pulled him away from the dead end.

They maneuvered through the rest of the mirror maze until they finally found their way out. They both argued that they each found the way out, neither one willing to back down.

They settled their differences of opinion by playing at a stall of ring toss. Steve threw a few and (of course) missed all of them.

Next to him, Seren laughed teasingly at him. "Wow, you are horrible at this!"

Steve playfully rolled his eyes at her. "Ha, ha…I told you, I don't have the right coordination…"

Seren hummed. "That's alright. I can win…I think…" She prepared to toss the first ring forwards by stepping back and drawing her arm close to her chest.

"Don't miss," Steve said innocently just as she made the toss…and missed.

It hit the corner of the stall instead.

"Gah! You did that on purpose, you cheater!" Seren threw a reprimanding glare his way.

"No, I didn't!" Steve exclaimed, but Seren shook her head at him.

"I see you, Steve. Don't think for a second I don't. I see you!" With narrowed eyes, she turned her attention back to the bottles.

Steve watched her fondly again. Maybe it was all in his head but for the first time in his life, he actually felt seen.

Seren made the rest of her ring tosses and successfully landed them on the bottles. "I made it! I actually made it! Ha!" She bounced with excitement and threw her arms around Steve.

Steve was forced to bounce with her as she excitedly hugged him. He didn't mind — who in their right mind would? She smelled so sweet like flowers. His nose was ambushed by her hair and like her, smelled so nice. He felt so at peace with her — complete, one would say. He had problems that went on forever and yet in that moment, he couldn't remember a single bad thing.

~0~

"What are you talking about? Caramel popcorn is way better than buttered popcorn," Seren scrunched her nose. "Why would you pick butter over caramel? You're crazy." And to prove her point, she dropped a few pieces of caramel popcorn into her mouth. She winked at Steve afterwards.

He sat next to her on the bench holding his own popcorn in his hands — buttered popcorn. "Not everything needs to be sweet, you know."

"The best things in life usually are."

"What are you, a poet?"

Seren deadpanned him and threw a few pieces of popcorn at his face.

"Hey!"

Giggling, Seren continued to eat.

Steve picked up the pieces she threw at him and popped them into his mouth. They were pretty good. He offered her some of his own popcorn and just as she was going to take it, she reiterated that he was still wrong about the better flavor.

"I'm beginning to get that you are very stubborn," he remarked as she chewed.

"Never say that to a woman, Steve," she wagged a finger at him. "Especially when you're clearly wrong."

He shook his head at her and ate some more.

The sun had set a while back, leaving the carnival lights to illuminate the place. Steve was aware they had not gone in search of Seren's friends like they planned but Seren herself never mentioned them throughout the afternoon. His heart did a little flip wondering if it was because she had a good time like he had. Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end.

Steve heard Bucky's voice minutes before he appeared by the bench. For some reason, Steve felt disappointed. One of two things was going to happen in the next few minutes: either Seren would like Bucky more, or it was time to head home for all of them.

Bucky's gaze drifted towards Seren once he joined them. "I was wondering where you headed off to but it all makes perfect sense now. Hello there, I'm Bucky, and you are?" He held a hand out to her.

"Seren," she said back and took his hand.

Bucky kissed the back of her hand with his usual charming smile. Steve was giving him the flattest look ever, clearly not amused. Bucky noticed it.

"This is your best friend, then?" Seren's question and sudden glance pulled Steve out of his thoughts.

"Mhm," he nodded.

"Sorry I took him from you," Seren said to Bucky, and he noted the mischievous glint in her eye when she spoke. "Except I might do it again."

"Oh?" Bucky raised an eyebrow at her, chuckling, especially as he saw his friend flush with embarrassment.

"Well, it's just that I moved to Brooklyn literally last month and I still don't know much about the good parts of the neighborhood…" Seren trailed off as she met Steve's look, "He seems to know a thing or two about the best sweets…"

"Oh, he does!" Bucky exclaimed and not so subtly stared at Steve. "He knows the best spots, don't you Steve?"

"Uh, y-yeah…" He nodded slowly, "I d—"

"Seren!" A blonde girl from a distance shouted. Seren looked over and saw a group of girls waving her over.

"Oh, those are my friends! Scuse me for a second!" Seren promised she would return in a moment and rushed off to meet her friends.

"There you are!" huffed the blonde girl. "We've been looking all over for you."

"I got held up, Chloe," Seren said sheepishly. "Met a nice guy on the way. That's him over there — the blonde one. His name is Steve.

Chloe looked over Seren's shoulder and saw Bucky and Steve conversing with each other in a hushed manner. "I see…" she remarked with her own interest, "Who's his friend?"

Seren rolled her eyes.

Across from them, Bucky was trying his best not to smack Steve in public. "You need to ask that girl out on a proper date, you punk. She likes you!"

But Steve was still very nervous. Every time he asked a girl out, she always rejected him. The real mean ones laughed at him.

"Either you do it or I punch you right now," Bucky hissed. "She's coming!" He shoved Steve forwards. "Go!"

Steve felt like he couldn't breathe and it had nothing to do with his asthma.

"Go!" Bucky gave him another push then plastered on a faux smile as Seren returned. He made himself scarce and pretended to be interested in a nearby game booth.

"Seren, hey," Steve gulped, "everything alright?"

"Mhm," nodded Seren, "My friends were just worried about where I went. I told you, I don't know where anything is…" Her voice was with purpose and that Steve caught this time.

He cleared his throat, preparing himself to ask the simple question that wasn't really simple at all. "I was wondering if you wanted to—"

"Yes," Seren said with a bright smile. Her cheeks were tinted pink but she didn't care. Better to make it easy for both of them rather than lament what could have been.

Steve's eyebrows rose together, his own face feeling the same warmth as her. "I like you, Seren," the words tumbled out of his mouth. He was about to regret it when she giggled.

"Great, because I like you too," she said back. Then, without warning, she leaned over and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

If Steve was red before, he was as bright as a tomato. She was so beautiful…

They decided to meet next week at a certain park and then go from there to wherever they felt that day.

~0~

Many things happened between the day of the carnival and the day of their date. Seren didn't understand why Steve missed it. She was very upset and honestly disappointed in him.

"Honestly, don't get that upset," Chloe remarked the next day, "You could easily find another guy. Sure, he was good looking but he was kind of small — the girls all know he has health problems. He's always sick."

Seren didn't care about any of that stuff. She just wanted to know why, after having such a wonderful time together at the carnival, he would leave her hanging like that. And it's not like she could call him either. He disappeared, for a lack of a better word. He didn't strike her to be that kind of man. She couldn't understand what happened.

"Maybe he just stopped liking me," she said glumly, "Maybe I was too forward."

Chloe scoffed. "Please, you're the prettiest girl on the block! Trust me, Seren, you can find someone better. You'll see."

But a few weeks later, Seren (and Chloe) got the shock of their lives. There was a bumbling noise about the ongoing war and with it came something about a popular show across America. Steve was the face of it all, and he was very different.

For some reason, all of the noise and excitement around his new image didn't cause the same reaction as it did with everyone else. She grew angry, and even more disappointed. Even Chloe had changed her mind about him, although she still made her preference for Steve's friend very clear.

The weeks turned into months and Seren was very tired of seeing Steve everywhere. Suddenly, everyone around her adored him, especially the girls. She hated all of them. It was all a reminder of what he did to her.

The show-tour (whatever it was called) circled its way back to Brooklyn and that day, Seren ignored all her friends going there. She was not stepping foot anywhere near the place.

In the evening, she waited for her friends at a diner. She ordered herself a milkshake though she didn't drink a lot from it. Her mind was somewhere else.

From the corner of her eye, she saw someone take a seat on the empty stool beside her.

"You know, I'll bet the mint chocolate milkshake tastes better," he spoke to her in a friendly voice. "Or the caramel one…"

Seren did not afford him the same courtesy. "I'm surprised you found the place considering you should be 10 miles in the opposite direction…any direction, actually."

Steve supposed he should take the sarcasm as a blessing. She could have smacked him on the spot and left without saying a word. It's a start, he told himself.

Seren watched him through discreet glances. Dammit, he's still good looking. He was just taller now. "I guess I should say that you're about 4 months late to our date…if you even remembered it." She heard his quiet sigh.

"Seren, I didn't mean to leave you—"

"But you did," she snapped, turning on her stool towards him, "and I can see why. Congratulations. Everyone loves you now. My friends adore you."

"And you?" Steve met her look cautiously. "You don't…'like' me anymore?"

Seren scoffed quietly. "I liked you on day one. The carnival…the ice cream…the mirrors and the ring toss…I liked you then and you blew me off." She noticed longer wanted her milkshake, she didn't want to be at the diner again. "So let me repay you with the same coin."

"Seren," Steve watched her get up to leave, "Please just—"

"Goodbye, Steve," she reiterated and walked past him.

"Oh, no you don't…" Steve mumbled under his breath and got up after her. "Seren!" He went after her, following her out the diner.

"Stop following me, you creep!"

"I'm a creep now?"

"Trust me, it's better than what I actually want to call you!"

Steve rolled his eyes behind her. He picked up his pace and caught up with her down the street. He grabbed her by the arm and turned her around. His pull was a bit stronger than he expected — he was still getting used to his newfound strength — and so her body fell against him.

"Get away from me!" She pushed him away but found it did nothing against him. "I don't want to talk to you!"

"I don't, please just listen!" Steve exclaimed. His arms were wrapped around her waist to keep her with him.

"I don't need to listen to anything you have to say because I know what you're going to say!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes!"

"And how do you know what I'm going to say?"

Seren scoffed in his face. "Because every guy says the same thing when he blows off a girl! You'll say the same thing to get me to forget what you did and guess what, I'm not buying it!"

"Well, I actually have something I need to tell you that will definitely help you understand what happened and why I didn't come find you!"

"I severely doubt that! Now let me go!" she hit her fists against his chest. "I will start screaming! Don't think I won't!"

"I'm sorry, Seren! I didn't mean to leave you like that, I swear! I-I tried enlisting into the war and I met a doctor and he — he did this —" Steve gestured to his new appearance, "—and before I knew it, I was being put through tests. I would have called, but I didn't have your number. I didn't even know where you lived."

Seren stopped hitting him there and then. Her big green eyes flickered up at him, her brows hunching together. "What?"

Steve felt confident enough to let her go without fearing she would run off. "They took me away to run these exams and yeah, it was in Brooklyn, but I had no way of contacting you. I didn't have your number…I didn't know your home…I only had your first name. Your beautiful name and the memory of you is all I had. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

Seren stared at him in silence, making Steve feel worse. She brought her arms across her chest and began to feel quite awkward once Steve's words registered in her head.

You never gave him your number…She closed her eyes as a sigh left her lips.

"God, I hate that you're making sense," she muttered with annoyance.

Steve blinked at her, then realized what her words meant. His heart began to relax then.

"I guess…I was just so confident that you were going to come…" Seren lowered her head, "Didn't even think about…"

"I was going to come," Steve promised her. He stepped closer to her, daring to slip a finger under her chin to lift her head. "You have no idea how awful it was knowing I was supposed to be there and I wasn't. The idea of you waiting for me killed me."

"Trust me, it was not very fun for me either," she mumbled. In that moment waiting for him, she felt embarrassed just sitting on her own waiting for a guy she thought liked her back.

"I'm sorry, Seren, I really am."

She nodded at him, accepting his apology. Her eyes looked him over then. "So…enlisting in the war…makes you change your whole body?"

Steve chuckled lightly. "Not really."

"Did you do it for everyone else, then?"

"No—"

"Why did they do this to you?"

Steve paused for a second and took note of her expression. "Do you…do you not like me…?"

Thanks to the night, he couldn't see the complete blush on Seren's face. She was very grateful. "No, no, I — of course I do — I — yeah, I—" She passed a hand through her hair, feeling the air suddenly get very hot around her.

Steve tried to follow but in the end, Seren's stammering entered a whole other language. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Seren nodded and worked hard (and fast) to calm herself down. "I was, um, I was asking…wh-what was the…the, uh…purpose…of your…change…?"

"It was supposed to be a blueprint thing to create a better soldier for the war," Steve explained. "More strength, better senses…"

"Was?" Seren caught the word, as well as the lingering sadness in his eyes.

"The creator, Dr. Erskine, was killed just seconds after the experiment happened. He was a good man. He didn't deserve that."

"Oh, I'm very sorry," Seren said, touching his arm for comfort. "So if this whole thing was to help the war…why are you here?"

"With Dr. Erskine dead, there's no way to recreate the serum. I'm sort of all they have and, uh, they don't really want me."

"They have no idea what they're saying," Seren said decisively. "You look perfect to me."

Steve felt the familiar warmth spread across his face. "I thought of you," he said, looking her in the eyes, "Every day I was thinking of you…"

"Really?" Seren raised a brow at him. "Why? Everyone loves you now…you didn't even have to come back to find me anymore…"

"You said it — they love me now. They would've never looked in my way before I changed." He gently touched her cheek and grazed her skin with his thumb. "You made me feel seen when I only ever knew what it was like to be invisible. You, the carnival, that whole afternoon was the best day of my life. Why did you see me?"

It was hard concentrating with his fingers rubbing her cheek, but Seren still tried. "I…I thought you were…sweet. When we were waiting in line for the ice cream…I don't know, I just wanted to talk to you…maybe it was all my big mouth…"

"I'm glad you did," Steve said, bringing his hand down under her chin, "Because I don't think I would've had the courage to talk to you."

"Mm, did I look mean?"

"Beautiful more like it. The most beautiful girl at that carnival…"

He thought of her in the house of fled fixing her hair that didn't even need fixing in the first place; then of her at the ring toss and how happy she was to win; her eating popcorn with him on the bench bantering about the better flavor.

"Do you think I could steal you this time?"

Seren looked at him with a mischievous glint. "I thought you said you weren't brave enough to talk to me?"

"It's either I try or I lose you forever this time," Steve said, "I prefer the former. Are you busy?"

"I am, actually…"

"Oh," Steve startled, not expecting that answer. "I'm—"

But then Seren started giggling at him. He threw his head back and groaned.

"Okay, I deserve that…"

"You do," she nodded. As soon as he straightened his head, she grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down for a kiss.

The shock of it wore off pretty quickly as Steve preferred to take advantage of her move and show her how much he missed her. His arms came around her waist and pulled her flush against his body. His new strength definitely gave him a few new perks he loved, like this one.

He had taken her air in a way Seren never dreamed of. Pulling away from her almost made her mad. Her hands were still on his face, lowering to his jawline.

"You were planning on doing that for our first date?" she whispered, her eyes still shut. She didn't want the moment to be over just yet.

He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Not precisely…just felt right…"

"You've definitely changed a bit on the inside too…"

"Is that good or bad?"

"I don't know yet, give me another kiss and maybe I'll decide."

Steve smirked. "You're certainly the same."

"And is that good or bad?"

Steve took her hands off him in a gentle manner. "I'll decide in a moment," he said before diving forwards for another kiss.

[jackiequick]

Bringing The Team Together [Agents Of SHIELD]

Pairing: Amelia M. Parker (OC) & Grant Ward

Other characters present/mentioned: Maria Hill, Jemma Simmons & Leo Fitz, Phil Coulson, Skye, Melissa Wallance (OC), Ji-Hoon (OCs), The Young Avengers (OCs) etc

Setting: Agent Of SHIELD season 1 Pilot

Summary: Just when Agent Amelia Parker thinks she’s off the hook, she gets sucked back in. In other words, her old boss Coulson has the idea of making a team

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1 year, 5 weeks, 2 days and 104 minutes. That’s how long she was gone from SHIELD directly, more or less. Or it’s not like she is counting away, right? She was on a short-length mission with Ward as she stood outside the building watching his six in the helicopter as he got the job done inside. Usually though? She was stuck “babysitting” the Young Avengers, making friends with them as they called it and keeping an eye on the team.

Which usually meant hearing romance gossip, being chased down as someone broke into The Tower and or trying to chill as they all got along. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, she did. But sometimes she felt misplaced, like the oddball in the midst of it all. It didn’t help that Hill and other agents were consistently making them look bad in front of the young heroes, who weren’t that fond of them to begin with.

And now? She was being held in a black ‘debriefing room’ as they called it, in front of Maria Hill who was dressed in her usual entire suit. She sat down in the semi-comfortable chair, with her elbows resting against the metal table wearing her usual black clothing.

“What does SHIELD stand for, Agent Parker?” Hill asked in her usual stern tone.

Amelia glanced up at her as she answered, “Uh, Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.”

“And what exactly does that mean to you?”

“Are you really asking me that? Cause we both know i’ll say one thing and you give me a remark about it.”

“Agent Parker.”

“Fine. Compassion, loyalty and heart—that’s what it means to me. Or at least, that’s what it should it be because–”

“Parker. Enough. In case you need a reminder, I'm your boss here.”

“Ehh, wrong. Technically Coulson was my boss, you just stepped in when he died…”

Amelia looked away as Hill just silently watched her. Her fingernails tapping a rhythm against the metal table, waiting for Amelia to continue her statement or not.

“And it also means we’re the people who fight.” Amelia expanded on her previous statement with a deep sigh, “SHIELD means we’re the divide between the world and the much...weirder world. Sadly, we often protect people from things they aren’t ready to hear.”

Hill nods with her eyes directly on the young agent before saying, “Correct. And I know you may not always like it—a lot of people, many not always like it, as it does cause issues. But we do it. And if something shows up, we try to get to it before someone bad does.”

Amelia just nods silently and hums, inhaling as her gaze shifted to the older women in front of her. She did wonder why Hill brought her in here, after she gave her an item she had in her pocket about the Rising Tide.

“Everything is changing, Agent Parker.” Hill said standing up, once she gave the item to a fellow agent to store safely and turned to face her, “A little while ago, people went to be thinking the craziest thing in the world was a billionaire flying around in a red and gold suit. And then aliens, along with a god, invaded New York, having to expose plenty of people…such as the mutant, gods from distant planets, a man from the 40s and other non-human heroes.”

“Mhmm.” Amelia hummed, “I know. I was there, I saw it all from the Helicarrier, Hill. Why are you telling me this? To bring back old memories? Or are you trying to stir the pot even more? If so, I'm not interested and you might as well send me back to The Tower…”

“I’m telling you this because at the moment, you’re being removed from The Young Avengers case.”

“What?”

Hill nodded, crossing her arms as she circled around the room and walked before stopping. She didn’t know what Coulson or the others had planned, hell, she didn’t exactly care. But she did know that Phil was removing one of her agents off the database and onto his area of the field instead. Meaning, she won’t have a clue what her youngest agent, Amelia, will be up to, only if she returns for certain things.

“Agent Wallance will be taking your place, effective immediately .” Hill started taking a spot in front of her, “You’re going to be removed from The Tower and working on a new area.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Amelia exclaimed, “You’re putting sweet ol’ Melissa in that place, having a more prominent role?”

“You sound so surprised. Don’t tell me, you're going to miss being surrounded by those heroes?”

“N—no. Not exactly..I mean, they grown on me…just, why?”

“For that you’ll have to ask Agent Coulson.”

“Pff, yeah, sure, his spirit is gonna appear or something?” Amelia remarked with a sarcastic joke and scoffed, “You know Coulson is gone, Hill. I vividly remember Agent Ji-Hoon pulling me away from the hallway, so i don’t see the mess that Loki made once he killed Phil..I’m clearance level 6, got the full report.”

Suddenly, a voice appeared out of the shadow as a body stepped out, with a soft smile.

“Welcome to level 7.” Said the voice, being none other than Phil Coulson, as he glanced between Amelia and Hill.

“I…” Amelia uttered, taking a sharp breath and gasped as she turned around to face him, “..how?!”

“Oh? I just walked in through the back. Sorry, that corner was really dark.”

“No, not that! How?!”

Amelia’s jaw was dropped, as she listened to how Nick Fury faked Coulson’s death to motivate the agents and they knew they couldn’t have said anything to her, or else things must’ve gone sideways. Especially with how the Young Avengers basically had someone on their team who could practically smell lies from a mile away. Meaning Rick and Rochelle. Plus, none of them were level 7, so they didn’t need to know.

She just nodded in shock, before Coulson gave her a soft smile with an open arm, pulling the young agent into a hug.

———

As they exchanged words and escorted out of the elevator, in which Ward joined in a few minutes before. According to Hill, they told him first thing in the morning and was waiting to tell Amelia about this. Coulson gave them both a recap on how he ended up with this particular position and Ward remarked how something must’ve pulled Phil back in the game, as they entered another room. A control room filled with coaches, computers and monitors on the wall that showcases The Rising Tide getting footage before SHIELD has, an unregistered gifted man with an identity unknown. In other words, a superhero.

Hill said that Coulson decided to create a mobile command unit, in which Ward and Amelia were assigned. Amelia asked if Melissa and Ji-Hoon would join, especially since Ji-Hoon has level 7 clearance. Hill said that she’ll have them join in as soon as possible. Coulson added that he wants to have the team together and working around the issue to get to this new unknown identity. Amelia nods.

“This man’s world is about to get very weird.” Coulson stated looking between the monitors and the two agents. “He’s gonna need some help.”

“That’s where I come in?” Amelia asked, pointing to herself, “Coulson, I may have experience but it doesn’t always translate well with others. They’re either extremely traumatized or very sensitive about being brought in, needing help.”

“I know that. But oftentimes it works out very well for us.”

“Okay. We’ll try.”

“I’m sorry. I was trained on day one as a specialist. I go in alone, I get it done. Defusing a bomb? I’m your guy.” Ward suddenly said with his arms crossed and then pointing to Amelia, “A welcoming committee? That’s her speed.”

“Excuse me?” Amelia remarked, crossing her arms as she looked at the taller agent, “I’m not the welcoming committee.”

“Didn’t you spend 5 months out of your year recruiting and welcoming The Young Avengers?”

“Someone had to do it.”

“You just made my point very clear. And I think Ji-Hoon would agree.”

“Not funny.”

Coulson, as always, brought them back to the main conversation as he referred his attention to Ward first. “I know it’s not what you want.” He said holding a binder as he started to open it, “Agent Hill did a very detailed assessment of your last 3 missions. Combat? Top grades. Espionage? She gave you the highest marks since Romanoff.”

“Damn.” Amelia muttered, “If Romanoff heard that..”

Ward nods in approval and appreciation towards Hill as the brunette woman nods in return.

Coulson continued with a soft smile, “Under people’s skills, she drew a little poop, with knives sticking out of it.”

“What? It’s…” Ward said, placing a hand on Amelia’s shoulder as he looked over to see the drawing.

“That's bad, isn't it? And given your family history, I'm surprised it’s not worse. But…I think you're the guy for this. If I'm wrong, you go straight back to your bombs.”

Suddenly, Streiten entered the room, “Team’s approved. Physicals are all fine. Fitz-Simmons is not cleared for combat. Along with Agent Wallace. I’m told that won’t be an issue. Agent Ji-Hoon is in perfect health. Agent Parker is cleared for combat. Agent Ward here… he’s almost too fit.”

Ward’s gaze perked up as he walked over pointing a finger and said, “That’s an issue. That should be an issue. Maybe I can’t join the team..”

“God, are you dismissed.” Hill muttered as she was looking over the files in the binder, “Parker, follow him. You need to get packing anyway.”

“I–but...” Amelia protests with a whine.

“Go.”

She groaned and followed Ward out the door, as they entered the elevator. She leaned against the wall within the elevator as she smiled, “You’re still joining, aren’t ya?”

“I have no choice.” Ward glanced over at her once the doors closed and smiled, “Besides, someone has to keep my girl in check.”

“Aw, you just want to spend time with me.”

“I never said that.”

“But you implied it.”

“Don’t be cheeky.”

“But you love it when I am.”

———

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Amelia arrived at The Tower to collect her things, as she went to pack her stuff into a duffle bag. She noticed Melissa Wallace, her friend, entering the room and questioning where exactly she was going. Amelia replied that she was being sent on a mission, she was given level 7 clearance today, as Melissa’s eyes widened in intrigued, and slight confusion. She knew she couldn’t say too much, so she gave Melissa what she needed to know as the brunette gasped.

“Wait, wait, wait–you got level 7 clearance for a mission with Coulson? But he’s dead.” Melissa exclaimed, pushing her glasses up, “Mia, we talked about this. Phil Coulson is dead and gone, you grieved and moved past it.”

“I’m not lying, Mel.” Amelia said with her eyes shifted back to her duffle bag.

“We all saw it happen! Hill is probably messing with you and–”

“You’re cleared for this assignment too, you know?”

“I–what?! But I'm not..huh? I’m still confused how you ended up on level 7.”

Just then, a tall asian man, none other than Ji-Hoon, appeared closing the door behind him. He was hiding from Liane and trying to get some moment of peace.

“Who’s got level 7 clearance?” He asked, as the shorter brunette looked away.

Melissa answered him with a finger, “Mia did.”

“Seriously? Right on, Mia! I’m not the only level 7 agent here anymore.”

“Am I seriously the only one who isn’t cleared for this?!”

“No. Marlene is level 5 and Nikolai is level 6.”

“I–rude! Back to the main point, Mia is now welcomed to level 7 and is leaving us for some mission with her ghost mentor.”

“For the last time, he’s somehow not dead!” Amelia yelled in annoyance and looked up from folding up a sweater.

“Yes he–” Melissa exclaimed but was cut off by their friend.

Ji-Hoon crossed his arms and hummed, “She’s not wrong, he’s not dead. I got the full report this morning.”

“Wait what?!” Melissa asked with widened eyes and blinked. “So you know about this whole thing?”

“Sorta.” Ji-Hoon replied with a shrug, “I only got to reading page two, before Liane burned a painting this morning.”

“So we’re on this assignment?”

“Yeap. According to the file, Mia is going first and once my shift is over this week, i’ll be joining them.”

“..and me?”

“You’re not cleared from combat but you are going.”

Melissa muttered, “I—Go figure.”

“Just wait until Hill bring you into a black debriefing room.” Amelia said smiling and put a hand on her shoulder, “You’ll see.”

Ji-Hoon heard Liane’s voice calling out to him and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He really did hope he will be called in sooner, than later.

“Elsa, where are you?!” Liane shouted down the hall, teasing him with the nickname, “Did you get moody and hide in your ice castle again?”

“One more Frozen reference out of you and I'll freeze all your Speak Now merch alive! You hear me?!” Ji-Hoon shouted as his hands curled into first before sighing, “I swear with her…”

Melissa winced and rubbed the back of her neck before asking, “Uh okay…anyways, so, who else is a part of this team that Coulson is building?”

“Uh, you, me, Ji-Hoon, Ward..” Amelia answered listing off the names she remembered from the file, “Fitz-Simmons, Melinda May is just the pilot–”

“May is just the pilot? Okay, that’s a lie.”

“Ask Coulson, not me.”

“I’ll see it when I believe it.”

With that Amelia gave her friends a smile and hugs before grabbing her duffle bag, and rushing out the door. Liane saw where she was heading and muttered, “What is she going?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Ji-Hoon shouted at the blonde.

———

~~~

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That’s all folks! Let me know what you think? 💭

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[astropoliphobia]

a couple more marvel ocs!! riot is a gotg oc, and mia is a redesign of my spidersona :D

you can find them on artfight here and here!

[hsrwife]

taglist: @samesoftdreams @fred-z-randall @strawhatwife interested in joining? fill out the form!

my impromptu marvel self insert cause i wanna smooch wolverine and deadpool SOOO bad for real.

no lore except for the fact that ppl assume they're weak and fragile and shy when theyre actually unhinged and eager to kill like always <3

[authorofstories-blog]

Mood board of my MCU OFC, Evalynn Watson

「 ✦ INFO ✦ 」

Full Name: Evalynn Kira Watson

Nickname: Ev

Age: 25 years old

Birthdate: Unknown

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her/hers

Close Friends: Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff

Backstory: A former Black Widow from the Red Room, used as a test subject for Hydra's plans. She had escaped the Red Room at the age of 19, and was on the run for a year before meeting Natasha Romanoff. Currently, she's considered an Avenger even though she does not fight anymore. Evalynn just wants to lead a peaceful life and live it like any other human being

(Faceclaim to Katherine McNamara, mood board made by me, but pictures are from Pinterest)

[the-savage]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 -

“ Betrayal is bad , grief is worse . The dangerous emotion removes all care and allows the unthinkable inside . ”

⊹ subject number ⊹ 346063

⊹ registered name ⊹ Anya Kozlova Zemo The Jackal

“ I had a sister once , her name was Anya . ”

Anya, I go by Anya, it’s the name I’ve started to piece together as being mine. I don’t have nicknames or at least not any from friends, my father used to call me “Воробушек”, little sparrow, but it’s been so long, I’m no longer little. I don’t remember what year I was born but I remember the date, August 22nd. I don’t really celebrate it, birthdays are supposed to be spent with family however I don’t have that anymore. I have selective mutism, it’s a disorder accompanied by my anxiety in which there are times where I can’t speak. Please be patient with me, I’m trying my best. I learned sign language to combat it but worst case scenario, I’ll just start writing stuff down.

In 2016, my father dismantled one of the most powerful agencies called Hydra, which ultimately resulted in him going to prison. He did what he had too, no matter what other people say about him, they deserved, the avengers may have been torn apart in the process but they deserved it too. I’m not a vengeful or hateful person but I’ve never liked them. They never deserved the praise they got from other people, their crimes went unpunished, it was good to see that someone was finally holding them accountable.

Due to my father being in jail for pretty much life, all of his assets went to me. His estates, his money, his stocks, everything however I’ve never really been able to use it. His estates are in another country and the stocks aren’t exactly something I understand well. I’ve only used the money to buy myself a small townhouse in New York. My handler was recently arrested, put into witness protection, I’m not allowed to know who they are or where they are and vice versa. The only bad thing about that is I’m in a foreign state with nothing but a back account full of questionable amounts of money and no family.

Rumor has it that my father is still in prison but I’ve never had it in my to actually visit him, I’m scared he won’t remember me or he won’t like what I’ve become. Perhaps him not remembering me would be better for the both of us. I know multiple languages, I don’t remember studying them but they’ve engraved themselves in my mind. I’m currently in university, NYU, however I haven’t really been paying that much attention— at least as much I should have during my classes and studying. I have a therapist but I haven’t necessarily gotten any better, it’s like I’m avoiding the problem instead of growing from it.

What Went Wrong?

The Unfortunate Thing That Hydra Left Behind.

Open RP ; N/A

Current Plotline ; A New Report 

If you wanna RP, just drop an ask in my inbox, tag me in a post, or whatever you want. I don't mind.

[ no NSFW rp, mod is 18+ but i just don't feel comfortable with it. my dms are always open and available. so if you have anything you want to tell me or talk to me about then please reach out, I'm not in character in dms unless asked to be . ]

( dividers by @aquazero & @hyuneskkami )

[niknatts-knickknacks]

Hello darling comrade! Sorry I am a bit late to the party with my uni stuff, but I really want to hear a little bit about your OCs :3

For Aisling (who I may or may not have a little crush on):

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Bonus question for the best boy AWOL:

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

And for Claudia (actually, let's make it both MCU and COD Claudia!):

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Also, this is not really a question of the game, but if there is some cute fluffy sibling stuff from her childhood maybe that you can tell about? :3 Thank youu!!!

@karlachismylife, comrade! I am sorry I didn't see this until now. I blame the hellsite and their notification system. Thank you so much for asking about my babies! I'm putting them under the cut, as there is a lot!

For Aisling:

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I love how stubborn she is. She does what she believes is right, no matter the cost. She stands up for what she believes in. Even if she stands alone, she will stand against anyone she considers wrong. Which is often politicians.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Aisling was captured by HYDRA with Bucky, so she doesn't have many memories to start with, especially not pleasant ones.

Her favorite memory of "Before" is taking her younger siblings into town to get some penny candy and catch a picture show.

Her favorite memory of "During" is getting her adopted daughter, Natasha. She and Bucky were sent to kill Natasha's father for trying to desert and give Soviet secrets to the USA. Aisling took Natasha out of the office, and carried her to the car, as Natasha wouldn't let go.

Her favorite recent memory is meeting Natasha again. Seeing her little girl, all grown up and not just surviving but thriving, healed something in her.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Aisling has thalassophobia, or fear of deep water. Michigan, her home state, has plenty of lakes, and she learned how to swim in the river in her hometown, but not seeing land in any direction and not seeing the bottom, not knowing what's beneath her freaks her out beyond belief.

She is also terrified of Canadian Geese, which is fair. She got on one's bad side as a young girl and it scared her for life.

MCU!Claudia:

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

I have a problem and his name is Steve Rogers. MCU!Claudia was intended for Steve, though there might be something brewing with Bucky as well.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I, like every MCU fan in 2016, was inspired by the end of Civil War. I was very staunchly Team Cap. I imagined what would happen if I was presented with an opportunity to aide them and what resources would be needed. And Claudia was born.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

MCU!Claudia loves to talk to her sister. She'd like to hug her too, but Claire is adverse to hugs in the best of times, and is currently missing a body. She also loves showing off her "genetic enhancements." It's fun to test the limits of what she can do.

She hates having to utilize the black market to make money. She's really not cut out for the backroom deals and political shenanigans that go on. And she doesn't want her product to do bad, but the governments of the world aren't much better.

COD!Claudia:

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

When this idea came to me, I was picturing her with Ghost. No actual identity, lives in the shadows, is a stray that Laswell picked up. She tries to keep her darker inclinations and thoughts to herself, but Ghost lets her relax and not feel ashamed.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I already had MCU!Claudia, and then I read @devil-in-hiding's On The Run, and I had to rescue my boys. They're not breaking out of prison, but they are wanted men.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

COD!Claudia loves to research. She has a degree in archaeology and loves to look up ancient civilizations. She was, before everything went to shit, focusing on bringing laypeople's knowledge into the field. The woman who figured out how ancient Greeks and Romans did their hair, the tanner who still uses bone, the chicken rings, the knives kept away from small children in the rafters, all inspired her to look beyond the textbooks. She also loves to fly the chopper.

She hates combat training. Absolutely hates the sound of flesh on flesh, of bodies hitting the mats. The bang of guns on the shooting range and the loud voices calling orders in her ears.

Fun sibling memories/times:

Aisling:

She took her siblings to see Snow White when it first aired in their local theater. It became a common request for her to sing some of the songs for Colleen and Luke to sleep.

MCU!Claudia:

She and her siblings are all two years apart. So when she graduated, her brother was two years from it, and her sister was four years away. Their parents took them on a cruise to celebrate their last spring break that they would share. She and her siblings may have gone a little overboard on the sunbathing/swimming in the on-deck pool. They were all redder than a cooked lobster, but absolutely beaming. Also, the sisters managed to team up and beat Caleb and his cruise friends during a water volleyball game.

COD!Claudia:

The family would camp frequently, which led to an appreciation of the outdoors and nature. They would frequently play on the beaches of their campgrounds. Claudia always found shells cool rocks. Caleb would build sand castles that could withstand the tides of Lake Michigan, and Claire would flit between the two. She'd take the shells and rocks that Claudia found for Caleb to put in his castles as decorations and structural help. They'd also bury their dad in the sand while mom would take pictures.

[jackiequick]

—This Is The Place I Feel At Home… | Marvel AU

Pairing: Jason & Elizabeth

Additional Cast: Tony, Liane and Louis

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Summary: A home isn’t the place, it’s the people in your life that who help build the home together

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Note: This is Earth 82. Jason and Elizabeth nicknames are JJ & Liz

Inspired: A certain show on NBC if you know, you know ;) and the song To Build a Home by Cinematic Orchestra

Fic Type: Fluff & Angst

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Superbowl Sunday.

Usually a StarkWood event with tables and chairs all lined up, participants will run through the entire house playing. Family members and friends going out or staying in to enjoy a day off.

But this year was different. The kids were older and no one was around to enjoy the night like they used to. Louis went out to the mountains for a party with his girlfriend Laurel, Liane was busy shopping with her friend Petra along and Tony decided to head out to a party with Rhodes.

So that left Jason and Lizzie all alone to spend the evening together. It felt like an empty nest, but it wasn’t so bad. Sitting on the couch, eating chips and drinking as much as possible while watching television. The two even pushed the coffee table off to the side, making room for the two of them.

“A dance, m’lady?” Jason teased, extending his hand as he grinned.

Elizabeth chuckled, taking his hand, “Why certainly, good sir.”

The two danced together and laughed, looking around as they played around with the idea of extending their home. Building a bigger house to remodel together or buying a new one to renovate for a forever home they stay in when they’re old and grey, with great value.

A new production for this family.

“How about we take this talk upstairs?” Elizabeth teased in a suggestive tone and smirked, “The kids will come back later.”

“Mrs. Starkwood, how naughty!” Jason teased back as he smirked, lifting her up into an embrace hearing his wife’s squeals, “I love the way you think.”

There was laughter and chatter all the way through the bedroom floor…

——

Hours passed, the kids returned home, except for Louis who stayed over at Laurel’s house that night. Liane went to help their mother with fixing up the living room and put away any food that was left out. Tony decided to take a few minutes to clean up the kitchen with their father, making sure to throw away anything that might need to be thrown out.

Music softly played in the background as background noise as they all quietly talked and sang along to the sound coming from the radio. Liane was the first person to go upstairs, not with a kiss on the forehead from both parents and Tony soon followed after, turning off the items in the kitchen before he did. The still new dog, Bailey, went running downstairs to the living room to sleep. Elizabeth asked if her husband was coming up upstairs as Jason replied he’ll be there in a minute.

Jason took that time to tidy around the living room, write a note to Louis that was pinned near the entrance, turn off a few lights and then headed to bed.

Soon enough, the house was sound asleep with not even a single word was made out in the halls. Suddenly, an ever so quiet ticking sound appeared in the air, a switch downstairs in the kitchen flipped on.

The soft crumble of fresh flames crawled up the fabric and began to rise into the curtains within the kitchen, then slowly disappeared as it toppled onto the walls filled with memories and reminders…

———

————

A smell of smoke and burnt flesh wood filled his senses as Jason sat upright. He yawned and fumbled quietly toward the door, but as he opened the bedroom door he was greeted with brightly painted orange flames.

He slammed the door shut as he said, “Lizzie! I need you to wake, baby, the house is on fire. Get dressed and put some shoes on!”

Lizzie woke up to the sound of her husband's voice and gasped, “What?”

Jason opened the door to call out to the kids, “Kids! The house is on fire, Tony! Lia!” He heard their voice and the sound of Liane’s screams as she swung opened her door, “Guys, close your doors! I’m coming to get you!”

Jason closed the door rushing to put on his sneakers and a sweater, exclaiming how he’s going downstairs for Louis in a panic. Elizabeth was putting her hair in a quick bun as she told him that Louis is not here, he stayed at Laurel’s house, as he nodded in response. Elizabeth rushed to the bathroom to wet any towel, and started removing the bedsheets from their bed. She watched in horror and panic as Jason rushed out the bedroom door towards Tony’s room.

He crawled and grabbed the door open, only to see Tony hyperventilating and coughing. His eyes were wide open as he tugged on his shoes, before meeting his father’s eyes.

“No, I’m not going out there! I’ll climb out my window or something!” Tony shouted, shaking his head, as his father pulled him down to the ground and he breathed deeply.

“Tony, buddy, there’s no time, come on!” Jason shouted, coughing as he led his son towards the room, watching Tony scurry into the bedroom floor.

Jason shouted, “Princess! I’m coming back for you!” As he shut the door coughing loudly, looking over to see Elizabeth going to open the window. He watched his wife breathing heavily as she coughed.

Elizabeth put the towel under the door and rushed to open the window taking in the cold brick air looking over her shoulder, “Darling hurry up!”

“I’m trying!” Jason shouted before turning to Tony with a firm expression and sighed, “If I’m not back in 3 minutes, you take your mother out that window.”

Tony nods frantically, “And if she doesn’t?”

“If she won’t go, you drag her out.”

“Wait don’t…”

“You’ll be fine.”

——

When Jason rushed out again, this time to find Liane, he was meant by a different type of expression. Screams and cries coming from his daughter, as he shut the door behind her.

He cupped her cheek, “Hey, hey, look at me. We gotta go.”

“It wasn’t my fire! I didn’t cause it!” Liane screamed between her cries as he wrapped a wet towel over her.

“I know you didn’t but baby we gotta go.”

“I don’t wanna!”

But he ignored her cries of refusal as he breathed out looking around frantically for an opportunity for assistance. Elizabeth and Tony’s screams were heard from the bedroom, threats from Lizzie that she’d come in there to get them, if they didn't respond back soon. Jason took the mattress off the bed as Liane screamed wondering what was his logic, but the answer soon came.

The door was open as they were meant once again with bright orange flames as the mattress was used as a shield against the fire, allowing for them to escape the bedroom and into the main bedroom. Tony slammed the door shut once they came as he screamed at how incredibly insane this situation was.

———

Cough, shouting and crying was heard from the whole family as they escaped through the window then stood on the roof. Elizabeth’s eyes were filled with fear seeing the danger and damage they were inflicted upon. She helped Jason finish tying the sheets together to create a rope, as they lowered Tony down first onto the ground as next went Liane who appeared just as frantic as her brother.

“Shit. I think Bailey’s still in the house…” Tony suddenly shouted as Liane’s realization hit her as well, wiping sweat off his face.

“What?! No, no, no!” Liane yelled looking around as if she could see the dog across the flames and held her brother close.

Jason caught his wife’s attention as he wrapped the sheets under her armpits secured with her grip holding on firmly. He looked at her in disbelief and panicking, his eyes filled with the same intensity as she held.

“I love you.” He said slowly lowering her down towards the ground where the kids stood.

“I love you more.” She breathed deeply as she replied watchung him slowly disappearing from her gaze as she was lowered.

Jason sighed in relief seeing his wife and kids down on the grass, as Elizabeth tugs their children to step away from the engulfing flames that were screaming from every window to crawl out even further. Jason takes a slight breath, coughing even harder than before and hisses in pain, not fully aware of the burns that appeared on his hands and forearms yet.

“Bailey is still in there!” Liane suddenly yelled once more.

Jason looked between the house and his family frantically as he yelled, “Forget the dog! I’ll buy you a new one!”

“No! Bailey!”

“I don’t hear him!”

Liane huffed and coughed even further, ready to race though the front door to grab said dog but Tony drags her back by the waist shouting how the dog’s not worth it. Tony’s voice was clear as day, trying to be the voice of reason here. Jason was breathing heavily through his mouth as his gaze fell upon the house in flames and his family.

But before he could say another word or turn around to climb back inside, Elizabeth’s firm screams through all the tension as she glared daggers at his direction.

“JJ! Jason! If you go back inside, I swear I'll drag you out myself!” Elizabeth screamed, coughing with a pointed finger straight at him.

Lizzie knew that if she didn’t catch his attention and made that harsh threat, he would’ve risked his life to save that fairly new dog and a couple of items within the house. She hated the words that escaped her lips, but she wasn’t blind to the dangers that were in front of her and the even bigger ones that would happen if he returned though their bedroom window. Furthermore, she could see the moment of doubt across her husband’s face, to know he was at a crossroads here.

Without a second later, Jason made a swift move as he climbed down the sheets that were created to make a rope and stepped onto the grass. He stumbled backwards, as Elizabeth held him upwards as her gaze was fixed between her husband, children and their home that was up in flames.

Tony held his sister close as she tried to fight back, but her tears stopped her as she screamed. Liane flopped into her brother’s arms sadly as her word quieted down and her gaze fell onto the house. Tony exhaled looking around watching their home, a pang of sadness filled in his chest as he sucked in a breath and sniffled. His own eyes were wet, leaning against his mother.

Elizabeth and Jason felt dizzy at the sight, coughing and gasping for air. The sounds of firetrucks and shouts could be heard from a distance that grew closer by the seconds, along with the screaming colors of police cars driving up the street. The cries from an ambulance appeared within grasp, as Jason rested his head next to his wife as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He tugs Tony and Liane forward into the embrace that was already formed from the one he created with Elizabeth.

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Extra notes to talk about in this AU

Bailey is fine don’t worry!!

Liz & JJ took Tony, Louis and Liane in when they were practically babies cuz they’re parents couldn’t afford them etc (or maybe one of them is biologically their own and they adopted the other two?? We discuss this later!!)

This fire sadly happened but it gave the whole family an opportunity to get a better view of the world as they live somewhere better, expanding their horizons and creating new memories while still keeping the old ones alive

The fire and the fact that the family stayed together ALIVE, showcase a huge view for Liane and Tony, who will grow up to become Superheroes influence them to fight for what matters most.

We can discuss this more later 😉

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Marvel OC'S!

i miss them but i also forgot about them hehe

i forgot whether if judge was a mutant or not because this screenshot is really old and some things may or may not have changed!

fun fact my DC oc was originally supposed to be my MCU oc but switched moments after HAHAHA

If I remember correctly, he was supposed to be an ex-detective now working outside the law due to the unjust system he had to work in. The misuse of power and position of some officers and court leaders do lead him to go rogue and threaten these people for justice. He hates the corrupt; he hates the liars, and he wants the truth. Another reason why I think I wrote "morally grey" is because his methods of justice become questionable.

His lore is practically empty since I didn't give him the proper time to develop as a character (I just abandoned him HAHAHAHA)

NEXT is Nico!

Compared to Judge, I had more lore of him lol.

After a traumatic incident of the death of his brother, Nico spiraled. Not being able to grieve or cope as well as the others.

"Over time, Niko became more impulsive, moody, and forgetful. When he was taken to a psychiatrist, he was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, which helped explain his sudden shifts in personality. Adding to his stress, he began hearing and seeing things that others couldn’t perceive—and no one believed him. His behavior grew increasingly erratic, paranoid, and anxious. Eventually, he was placed in a mental institution, labeled as delusional and unstable. As he got older, his struggles only intensified, leading him to become violent at times and increasingly fearful—of something, or perhaps of himself." —lore docs

His mutant ability is basically being able to clone himself. The downside of this, though, is that each clone has a mind of its own, has its thoughts and opinions, especially personality. This was discovered when the clone manifested during a bad spiral he experienced in the mental institute. It was a more violent, angry Niko that attacked. But none believed him, thinking he just hurt himself again.

These clones can communicate in his head all at the same time, and he often hallucinates them.

Discovering that these clones could physically separate from his body filled him with fear, terrified of the harm they might bring to himself or to others. — lore docs

As you walk through the dimly lit halls, you catch sight of Nico standing by a window, his expression intense as he seems to be engaged in a conversation with... no one. You pause, slightly taken aback.

“...No, I swear, I saw him first! You can’t just—”

Nico suddenly notices you and quickly straightens up, a hint of embarrassment creeping onto his face. He glances around, as if expecting someone else to appear, then shrugs, attempting to play it cool.

“Oh, hey there! I—uh, didn’t see you. Just... Er... hanging around. What's up?” Nico offers a faint smile, trying to lighten the mood.

— docs scenario

doodles + gambit, rouge + friends oc&mine

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OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2024 ➣  fairytale au

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For Better Days | Ch.1: I Hate Camping

Fandom: MCU �� Bucky Barnes x OFC

Story Summary: Chloe's forced to go camping with her brothers so Bucky decides to give her a few tips to survive...

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His head was always clouded. In fact, Bucky couldn't really remember a moment where his head wasn't fuzzy and at a loss for coherent thoughts. Even after escaping HYDRA and freeing himself of their brainwash, he only ever felt real clarity a handful of times. And there was always one common denominator across all the individual moments.

"If you stare any harder, she'll burst into flames." Sam was smirking from ear to ear when Bucky met his eye. "You know, with that cyborg stare of yours…it could happen."

"Shut up, Sam," Bucky muttered. And then to lessen Sam's point, he turned away from Chloe and Sam's sister Sarah. Unfortunately, Sam had followed him to the porch steps and sat down with him.

"It's really not that hard, you know. I would think that after everything you've been through, asking some girl out would be easy-peasy, you know." Sam's smirk had not diminished in any way.

"I don't need your tips, Sam," Bucky said quietly. As much as he fought, he wasn't able to resist the urge to gaze ahead of them again.

Chloe was talking to Sarah and seemed pretty chippy about whatever their conversation was about. Bucky wouldn't say it but he could stare at Chloe for hours.

In the next minute or so, Chloe and Sarah started heading towards the house.

"Anything you need from us, just let me know, alright?" Sarah had gone up the porch steps, narrowly missing Sam's attempt to poke her leg.

Chloe had stopped in front of the steps, slipping her hands in her back pockets. "I will. Thanks, Sarah."

"What are you two up to?" Sam asked suspiciously when his sister had gone inside the house.

"She was giving me camping tips," Chloe said, leaving both Sam and Bucky confused. She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what they were thinking. "My stupid brothers want to go camping."

"And you stupidly said yes?" Bucky said with a much too innocent smile. She pointed a finger at him, warning him to watch his words. Bucky laughed lightly. "Sorry, I just don't exactly see you as the camping type."

"I'm not," Chloe agreed, flatly. "But since I've blown them off so many times now, there's no way out of it." She pulled her hands from her back pickets and crossed her arms. "Unfortunately, I think I'll be dead by the end of this camping trip. I know squat about camping, which they'll take full advantage of."

"That they will," Sam nodded. "We'll miss you."

"Be quiet, Sam," Chloe muttered.

"Yeah, be quiet Sam," Bucky said as he stood up from his spot. "Chlo, let me help you out. I can teach you a few things before you head out."

"Really?" Chloe raised an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you leaving too?"

"My flight was pushed back to tomorrow so I have all of today."

"Yeah, and he wants to take full advantage of it," Sam said with a wide smirk. Bucky looked over his shoulder in a rather murderous way.

Shut up.

Chloe was none the wiser of the brewing murder plot so she accepted Bucky's help. "Guess it wouldn't hurt but if you make fun of me, I'll shoot you."

Bucky smiled at her fondly. There was no way she could make the shot but he'd still let her take it.

With a few things from the Wilsons' shed, the camping 101 crash course started. Chloe reiterated how the whole damn thing was beyond stupid. Who needed camping anyways?

Bucky found it amusing the way she didn't run out of things to hate on in regards to camping. "Dollface, you were an Avenger — a fugitive at some point — and camping is what seems like a challenge?"

"Don't laugh, Bucky Barnes!" Chloe pointed a finger at him the moment his lips twitched. Said finger started glowing blue, giving Bucky a good idea of what was to come if she decided that he was laughing at her.

"Alright, alright, come here," he motioned her to follow him. "If you're going to do traditional camping, then you're gonna have to learn how to set up a tent."

"I hate tents," went Chloe flatly.

Bucky's back was still to her so hiding his smile, almost laugh, was easy that time. "Yes, but you're gonna want a tent if you plan to sleep. Unless you're doing sleep bags outside."

"There's no fucking way I'm doing that!" Chloe said, appalled. "I'll actually murder my brothers then."

"Then let's practice setting up a tent." Bucky had done them the favor of taking out the tent pieces from the shed and left them on the ground. "It's a good thing the Wilsons love their camping too."

"Mhm…" Chloe eyed the pieces with disdain. "So where do I start or whatever?"

"Well, first you would want to make sure the area you pick to put your tent in is flat, alright?" Bucky looked back at Chloe, dead serious now. She nodded with him.

"Flat ground, got it. What's next?"

"A tarp on the ground before you set anything up." Bucky pointed at the folded tarp next to her.

"Why?" She reached over to pick it up.

"Keeps moisture out."

Chloe's nose crinkled with disgust. "Moisture? Eugh, what did I get talked into doing!" She groaned and slapped the tarp against her face.

Bucky chuckled then, and to his surprise Chloe didn't try to shoot him. He gently took the tarp off her face and assured her that it wasn't that bad.

After putting the tarp down on the ground, Bucky showed Chloe the tent poles they had to put up. Chloe felt her head spin when he started showing her the corresponding flaps in the tent. She had to slid the poles into the right ones or the whole thing would be messed up.

Bucky showed her how to do the first one then let her do the second one. She nearly ripped the fabric from frustration.

"Eugh, I hate this!" She was shoving the tent pole through the flap but it kept getting stuck so she had to pull it out and try all over again.

Bucky came around beside her and stopped her altogether with a hand over her wrists. "Let me show you again," he said, absolutely calm and patient.

Chloe let go of everything and watched him redo what she'd been trying and got it done so easily. "You're good at this stuff," she said with a faint smile on her face. "And you're a good teacher."

Bucky pretended to be solely focused on what his hands were working with because the alternative was looking at Chloe and therefore revealing the stark red blush on his face. "It just comes with experience," he said after clearing his throat. "The days of a soldier — the good one."

Chloe didn't miss the way he was quick to clarify what side of himself he spoke about — the urgency, really, like she would automatically assume that every part of his past was the Winter Soldier. She often hoped that one day he wouldn't feel compelled to always have to clarify his "good" and "bad" parts of life.

Eventually, the tent was built and although Chloe knew that she could've helped more, Bucky assured her that she had done it in the end. A pure lie since he was the one who set it up but there was no winning against that guy.

"Now taking it apart—"

"Will be my brothers' jobs," Chloe said decisively. Feeling Bucky's side-glance, she met it with a smirk. "I'm the little sister. They gotta do something for me, right?"

With that face, anyone would do everything for you. Bucky's face warmed at his thoughts. He quickly moved onto a different skill. Campfire set-up.

For that, they ventured a little further from the Wilsons' residence. On their walk, Bucky explained to Chloe what she needed to look out for.

"You're gonna want to find dead, dry wood. Nothing bendy and definitely nothing moist which means fresh wood us out too, got it?"

"Got it," Chloe affirmed and helped him find the right pieces of wood.

They started making a small pile of woods with the intention of lighting it when they were done. Bucky went into deep details about how to set the wood properly and how to light it.

"I hear you, I do," Chloe started, bringing her hands up from her sides, "But I could also just do this." She shot a ray of a psionic blast at the logs and started the fire.

Bucky deadpanned her grinning face (which was kind of cute). "That's not proper camping," he pointed at her.

"But I got the fire going," Chloe retorted. "Isn't that what we wanted?"

"You're cheating!"

"But is it actually cheating or is it me working smarter not harder?"

"Chlo, c'mon…" But Bucky was chuckling, which made Chloe start to do the same…which just meant the seriousness of the situation was gone and that she was ultimately right.

After properly learning how to put out the fire — without the use of powers — the two started heading back to Sam's place. Bucky still had some tips to hand out, like what she should bring, the things she shouldn't bring, what she should wear…

"I'm only going for a few days," she reminded him. "Any more than that and I'd personally hang my brothers."

Bucky chuckled at her. "So how'd you even get roped into this? You don't strike me as the camping type." She wasn't at all.

"It was my brothers' idea. Bonding or whatever," Chloe shook her head. "As if we couldn't do that at a restaurant or something. Even like a proper cabin and stuff. Ever been to Big Bear in California?"

Bucky gave a shake of his head. "Not really."

"That's my kind of camping, not sleeping-inside-a-tent shit." Chloe continued to complain all the way back to the Wilsons'.

She plopped down on the porch steps and motioned Bucky to do the same with her. He of course had no protests against the idea.

"I would much rather help you and Sam out on your missions. Aren't you guys headed to, like, Quebec?"

"I think so, yeah," Bucky said then laughed at Chloe's put-out reaction. "No need to get all grumpy, doll. It's not like we're going out there to have fun. You're the one who gets to go and relax, so have fun."

"You and I have very different ideas of what having fun is," Chloe said dead seriously, leading Bucky to laugh again.

"If your definition of having fun is going on a mission in the middle of nowhere, then I fear we do…"

Chloe shot him a look but in a few seconds it dissolved and she was smiling at him…which then made him do the same. Her smiles were always infectious.

"I would still rather be with you — and Sam!" Chloe's face flushed immediately as she heard her own mistake. "With you and Sam on your mission, I meant…" She cleared her throat and looked straight ahead. What she would give for the ground to open up and swallow her whole right now…

Luckily, Bucky didn't seem to notice her 'grave mistake'. He reiterated that a nice camping trip was still the better choice. Chloe agreed to disagree and before she could make a fool of herself again, her phone rang in her pocket.

"I'll leave you to that," Bucky said and stood up from the steps. "Hungry?"

Chloe nodded at him. "A bit."

"I'll see what they have going on in the kitchen. Don't be long — it's getting cold out here."

Chloe chuckled. Bucky didn't feel cold the same way she and the others did, what with the serum and all. Still, he was always attentive to the weather for their sake — for her sake. She was no stranger to his sweaters and jackets when they happened to be outside in a chilly moment. She loved his attentiveness, making her feel quite the special girl…not that she would ever say it out loud.

"Hello?" Chloe answered the phone before her thoughts got away from her too much.

"Hey! I was just about to hang up. You took forever to answer!" Seren Soul was on the other line and much like always, she was very cheery.

"Sorry, I was, uh, getting some camping 101…" Chloe looked back at the house and saw the front door was shut. Bucky was long gone.

"Ah, so you couldn't get out of it then? You'll be camping with your brothers?"

"Horrific, I know," Chloe said with a sigh. "And me, the worst camper in history. I'm sure they'll be ganging up on me. It's what brothers do, especially older ones."

"Times like these, I'm glad to be an only child!"

Chloe smiled dryly. "You want one? I have two so I can definitely spare one."

Seren laughed. "No, no, I'm good. I like my life just the way it is."

"Mm, I bet you do," Chloe smiled. She could hear the faint hollering of kids in the background. "Sounds like you have a show going on over there…"

Seren hummed. "Oh, you know. With a five year old and a toddler in the house, Steve and I barely get a moment of peace. What you're hearing right now is a rendition of Frozen. For the third time today."

It was Chloe's turn to laugh. "Record and send please. You know I love my God-children."

"Will do! So I was just calling to see if you still need me to pick you up at the airport?"

"Yes, if you still can of course. I need to get packing asap. Sort of left it for the last minute."

"Of course you did. What about Bucky? Steve said he had a mission in Quebec or something? Is he not coming back to New York first?'

"He's flying out tomorrow instead. Apparently, his flight got delayed. But the mission's still on. Wish I could join them instead of this camping stuff."

"Right, and it totally has nothing to do with the fact you'd be spending the whole week with Bucky instead of your brothers, right?"

Chloe could hear the smirk on Seren's face. "You don't know what I'd rather do than camping. Don't underestimate my hatred for camping, Seren."

"Oh, I don't, but I also know you'd rather be with Bucky 24/7."

"I'm gonna hang up now."

"Oh c'mon! All I have at home right now is Let It Go and a stupid snowman going 'I've been impaled' on repeat. Give me something, Chloe!"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "There's nothing to give, Seren. We've been over this many times."

"Yes, so I don't understand what keeps getting lost in the conversations. It's quite simple, really. You like Bucky. Bucky likes you. See? Simple."

Chloe snorted. "I know you of all people are not telling me about having feelings for someone when you literally spent how long denying your feelings for your current husband?"

"Well take it as someone with experience, then," said Seren. "You should tell him. I mean, you guys are at this secluded place, right?"

"You mean Sam's family home? Where Sam and his sister and his nephews live? You see the problem, right?"

"Yes, okay, but truthfully there's not gonna be a right moment and I feel like you're just prolonging this. Bucky too. It's so obvious that it's painful to watch."

"Goodbye, Seren." Chloe was prepared to end the call right there when Seren shouted at her to wait.

"I bug you with the best intentions," she said as a weak apology. "I'm your best friend. I'm just trying to help you out. Sorry."

"I know you are," sighed Chloe. Seren would never do anything malicious. Chloe wasn't even sure Seren could do something of the sort. "But it's a lost cause."

"Mm, I wouldn't be so sure, Chloe. But I'm gonna have to put a pause on the conversation. One of my kids is making eyes at my bookshelf…"

Chloe chuckled. "Good luck with that."

"Ditto! Gotta go!" Seren hung up shortly after, leaving Chloe to dwell on the conversation and her thoughts.

Eventually, Chloe gathered herself up and went back inside to have her last dinner with the Wilsons and Bucky. She struggled to take her mind off Seren's words whenever she glanced at Bucky. He was damn cute when he interacted with Sam's nephews. He was clueless around them but that was the charming part. She liked watching him trying to be him — carefree and simply trying to live. He deserved the opportunity and much more. Which was why she often re-decided to keep her feelings to herself. She didn't want to add any kind of stress to his life and his new journey to build himself up again. What she wanted most was to see him happy and if she had to do it as his friend, then so be it. It was a small price to pay for his happiness.

~ 0 ~

The following week, Bucky counted each day that passed by like his life depended on it. Never had time gone by so slowly. Despite the fact he spent half the week in Quebec on a mission, time still managed to pass by so damn slow. He knew why, he just didn't admit to it out loud…not that it stopped Sam from teasing him about it. The fact that Chloe was camping and completely away from technology wasn't supposed to hit him that badly. It was like a dry spell.

Time was when he lived in Wakanda, he had to go days — weeks even — without contact from Chloe (and the rest of their friends). Now he was so used to having Chloe at a simple call away that it seemed outrageous to have gone almost a week without hearing from her.

On the day that she was supposed to be back in the city, he got a message from Steve in the evening. He was supposed to go to some bar down in Manhattan. Bucky didn't think twice. For once, it looked like Steve was playing the wingman.

When Bucky stepped inside the bar, his eyes immediately scoured the area for his — Chloe. He scoured the area for Chloe. It didn't take long for him to spot the gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar counter with their friends Seren and Steve. She looked so happy, not to mention crazy beautiful. She was wearing a dark dress hugging her body so nicely…

His feet walked before he even thought about it. It was Steve's voice that broke him out of his trance — he was greeting.

"You and Sam didn't kill each other!" He clapped Bucky on the shoulder.

"Don't sound so sad about it," Bucky mumbled. His eyes barely left Chloe when he greeted Steve and Seren. "How was the camping?" He asked Chloe, who immediately snorted.

"Peachy," she said, raising her glass up at him. "I should have gone to Quebec with you."

Bucky half smiled at her. "That bad, eh?"

"Get a drink, it'll be a long night by the time I've finished telling you everything my dumbass brothers did to me."

Bucky's smile spread. He would've laughed had Chloe not been so serious. That, however, didn't stop Seren and Steve from laughing.

"Shut it you two," Bucky warned the couple.

"I think we're no longer needed here, honey," Seren whispered to Steve. He agreed with a hum and took out a few bills to cover their bill.

"We'll be seeing you two," Steve said, slipping out of his stool. He took his wife's hand and walked away.

Neither Chloe nor Bucky seemed to mind — they barely noticed them leave.

"So," Bucky sat next to Chloe, "how bad was it, really?"

Chloe had a tight smile on her face when she answered. She hated camping before, but now she detested it. Camping was useless to her. Pointless.

Bucky let her go on until she literally ran out of things to say. He thought the whole thing was funny. Chloe was a bit of a drama queen — he loved that about her and he would never change that — so he knew the camping couldn't have been that bad. Sure, her brothers may have messed with her but not to the extent that she swore up and down by.

After a few more drinks, Bucky decided it was time to cut her off. She didn't seem drunk but it was better to quit while they were ahead. She didn't mind, especially when he asked if he could walk her home.

Screw the drinks, Chloe immediately thought and was getting up from her stool before Bucky even offered to pay for their drinks.

They were soon on the street heading for Chloe's apartment. Bucky shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Chloe's shoulders, earning a soft smile from her in return.

"Thank you," she said and held the jacket closer around her.

"So how bad was the camping trip really?" he asked her.

"Bad," Chloe groaned, making him laugh. "I'm being serious. I got a ton of bug bites! I'm pretty sure I touched something I was allergic to because I got a wicked rash on my foot!"

Bucky laughed again. "What, were you walking barefoot or something?"

"Ha, ha," Chloe mimicked his laugh before shooting him a sharp glance. "I'll have you know that I saw a spider and I bolted."

"So you were walking barefoot?"

"Running, if we're being technical."

"You're lucky all you got was a rash, then. You never walk barefoot in the woods!"

"Don't you think I know that!? I got scared!"

"Of a spider?" Bucky teased her. "You have been through hell with missions and you are still afraid of spiders?"

Chloe couldn't take his laughter. She pulled his jacket off her shoulders and used it to smack him with it in the middle of the street. Bucky's laughter actually got louder instead.

"Alright, alright, I surrender!" He said with his hands covering his head. Chloe was smug at her victory and stopped hitting him. "So much for all the Winter Soldier training…" He mumbled under his breath and gazed at Chloe fondly. She was still semi-glaring at him but a little smile was trying to overshadow it. He reached over and took his jacket from her and placed it over her shoulders again. "Okay, I'm done now. I promise."

Chloe still did her best to keep glaring at him. "I could shoot you right now…"

"And I could take it…right now," he copied her with a smug smile. She rolled her eyes. He chuckled. "I'm done." He tugged his jacket closer around her, and in the process her body to his. "You know I'd let you win any day."

"This doesn't sound like you're 'done' to me…"

"I had one more, sorry."

"You're still taking me home?"

"You know it." Bucky let her go and instead took her hand in his. He didn't often touch her and when he did, he always tried to do it with his flesh hand. Especially these days and nights when it was colder, he didn't want to add on to the coolness. Chloe never said a thing, though. She loved any of his touches, no matter how minimal they were (and they usually were).

They walked the rest of the way without bickering and hitting. Chloe finished telling Bucky about the rest of her camping experience and declared that she would never, ever, go back to such a horrid thing.

"Think I've never heard someone hate camping so much," Bucky said with a chuckle.

Chloe reached her apartment door first and searched for her keys in her purse. "There are just so many other great things to do, Bucky. Why would I ever want to go back to the dirt and sleep on the ground?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and watched her unlock the door. "I guess I'll leave you to it, then…"

"What?" Chloe looked at him quickly. "I thought…I mean — do you want to come in? You haven't told me about your mission in Quebec."

"I haven't…" Bucky agreed. He would take any excuse to spend more time with her. He let Chloe tug him inside the apartment like he didn't have super strength. He'd let her lead him any time and anywhere.

Chloe took his jacket off and handed it back to him. "Oh, you know what? I have something of yours here too. Give me a sec!" She hurried off into the hallway, disappearing for all of two minutes before coming back with another familiar jacket in her arms — a few of them. "Think I've been making you a spot in my closet or something."

Bucky hadn't even realized she'd been accumulating his things but he remembered each and every one of his jackets draped over her shoulders. Every time they were out somewhere and he thought it was chilly, he would give her whatever he was wearing to cover herself up.

"Anyways, thanks for letting me borrow them," Chloe put the jackets on the table for the moment. "Don't worry. They've all been washed."

"Doll, you did not have to do that," Bucky said, making her chuckle. He wouldn't mind having some of his things smelling like her.

"I know, but what kind of friend would I be if I returned everything all dirty?"

He watched her set his pile of clothes on the table for him. His heart was yearning for her. "Well, why don't I thank you for the gesture? Maybe some dinner tomorrow somewhere nice?"

Chloe heard the question and for a second wondered if she was jumping to conclusions because it very well sounded like a…

"Like a…a date?" She had tried saying it boldly but her voice had shaken in the end. She tucked some hair behind her ear and looked at him nervously.

Bucky gave a firm nod of his head. "A date." Why not? He already made a fool of himself plenty of times before, so what was one more time if it meant he could go out on a date with the prettiest girl in the world?

"Okay," Chloe nodded, smiling with an even darker blush on her face. "Yeah, I'd love that. Um, yeah!" She bounced excitedly and threw her arms around Bucky, laughing with him.

He loved hearing her so happy and he wanted to keep being the reason for it. He passed his flesh hand on her cheek, taking the moment to gaze at her. "You're real pretty, doll."

Chloe smiled from ear to ear. Even though her nerves were making her heart race intensely, she couldn't be any happier. "And you're very handsome…" She retorted, reaching for his other arm — the metal one — and brought it around her waist. Her sharp look was that of a challenge in the face of Bucky's hesitance. "I like you all," she said bravely and after a few more seconds of boldness, she added: "And I love you all."

Bucky blinked a few times at her. His lips parted several times but each time he was unable to say a word. How could she be more brave than him?

His metal hand gripped her waist and sighed. "I love you but you are way more than I deserve."

"No," Chloe said, still smiling, "We are exactly what we deserve." She leaned forward, touching noses. "Now I know you're all about being proper but what's it going to take to get a little kiss from you before the date?"

Bucky chuckled lightly. "Not much if I'm being honest."

"Ooh, I like that answer…"

"Yeah?"

Chloe chuckled with him. "Yeah!"

"Already off to a good start then…" Bucky mumbled and pressed his lips against hers. He could hear Chloe's giggle against his own lips and by God, it felt even better reverberating against his skin.

[endless-oc-creations]

Mimi's Endless Ocs

↳Re-Introducing Marvel Oc: Robyn Hammer Series: The Merc and The Knight

Summary: Robyn works alongside her brother at Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children. She's busy ensuring things run as smoothly as they can and supplies are in stock. Just a normal life for a mercenary and weapons dealer.

Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children was a bar, but also a place where mercenaries accept and cash in on private jobs, this life was normal for her at least. It was a place run by Robyn and her brother Weasel. Over the years, Robyn has met a lot of fun and fascinating people but no one was more fascinating than Wade Wilson.

From the start Wade and Robyn had hit it off, even referring to each other as husband and wife as their nicknames and banter with each other. The two quickly began a friends-with-benefits and maybe something more relationship.

Then, Wade met the one and only Vanessa Carlysle, an escort and friend/occasional fling of Robyn's. The two hit it off instantly and began their relationship with each other.

Robyn was happy for them, those two were honestly the only closest friends Robyn had ever had. But, she also couldn't help but feel lonely and lost since she had grown feelings for both of them.

However, not long after Vanessa and Wade got together as an official couple, they decided to ask Robyn to be with them two. Since they both loved her as well. Robyn was more than happy to say yes.

The three then enjoyed each other's company and only grew closer. Everything was great, Robyn felt like she could finally be happy. But then everything changed when one day Wade fainted and they all found out that he was diagnosed with cancer. He was dying.

Everything was turned upside down, Robyn did her best to support both her lovers while trying to accept the fact that Wade would most likely die.

Then one night Wade disappeared, seemingly without a trace. Robyn saw firsthand how devastated Vanessa became. She then found out from her brother about a Grim Reaper type of character wanting to recruit Wade for something.

Robyn became worried about Wade's safety and wanting to help get Vanessa to truly smile and be happy again she decided to do something extreme.

She would use her skills as a mercenary and go deep undercover, becoming an anti-hero known as The Black Knight. But as the years ran on, Robyn figured that at this point it was most likely that Wade was dead. His cancer was already terminal by the time he left, so after a few years and adding onto the fact he left with sketchy people, Robyn would never see him again.

So, Robyn decided to hide her recent activities from Vanessa, even though her lover could see that she was coming home with more cuts and bruises, and continue on the search for the people whom Wade left with and find out what they did to him.

Robyn was determined to find these people and make them talk, so she was going to take out whoever she needed to that stood in her way. One of those people who constantly got in her way, killing most of the people she was after, was another mercenary wearing a red suit that reminded her entirely of Wade. But it couldn't be him though...could it?

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[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

— You’re On Your Own, Kid. Always Have Been. 🍏

What’s up! I’m basically the Uncle Jesse of the MCU ;)

Alright so you should know, I am here to relax and enjoy myself. So I will post some pictures, comment on my threads and reblog plenty of things.

You can ask me anything you like, just keep it simple and appreciate it if you have them appropriate 

As of 2024, I am 102 years old. Yet I feel like I’m still 36.

My favorite thing is French toast with bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Anyways, feel free to ask me any questions!

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// Note! There are two FCs for him Stephen Amell & Glen Powell (helps with gifs!)

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[isnt-that-sweet]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 -

“ I can't relate to desperation. ”

𖢻 code name ; memo — “ did you get the memo? ”

Hello there! It’s Devin, also known as the “Devine” pop star. (Yes, I know that’s not the correct spelling, it’s a pun) I honestly didn’t even mean to get this big, believe what people say whenever they mention “blowing up overnight”. I was just having some fun making songs in our basement and then all of a sudden.. the internet knows my name extremely well.

After the fall of Tony stark, Stark Industries fell into a power vacuum. Everything had to be sold and the tech? The tech was being held in separate locations because of how dangerous and costly it was and I wasn’t doing the best at that time so I started stealing from the cargos. I didn’t have any money, or parents, it was either steal or the streets and I made my choice. I’d steal it and sell it to the highest bidder, didn’t matter who, what or where, I just wanted my cash. None of my clients ever knew it was me, I had to keep my identity secret because I didn’t want to get caught with the wrong crowd. I already knew who I was selling to was the wrong crowd, I definitely didn’t want to be involved with anything they were into.

I’m usually dealing with the underground and low level gangs, sometimes it’s big players, enough to pay me off for a long time but I’m not a snitch. Whenever I’m not doing that or writing music to express my feelings I’m at cage fights, sometimes to watch, sometimes to play, but I’m never noticeable. Or at least I try not to be, Devin is just an outward persona. The cutesy aesthetic isn’t really my thing, I’m usually in a more grunge / techno style if you catch me on the streets.

How It All Started.

I Can Do More Than Hold A Microphone!

Open RP: N/A

Current Plotline; How’s Fame Treating You?

Albums: From The Start

If you wanna RP, just drop an ask in my inbox, tag me in a post, or whatever you want. I don't mind. [no NSFW rp, mod is 18+ but i just don't feel comfortable with it. my dms are always open and available. so if you have anything you want to tell me or talk to me about then please reach out, I'm not in character in dms unless asked to be .]

@davinaclaires for most if not all gifs !!

[just-a-fucking-civilian]

Hey all! I’m Em Gladstone, your local bisexual theatre kid with a Boston attitude towards driving and a lot of half-processed religious trauma

I’m twenty-two years old, a witch, at college in New York City for Theatrical Costuming and Lighting Design, plus I’m the drummer for Belladonna Romance

Girlfriend - @the-dominique-emerson

Daughter - @luna-st-james

Mum - @musician-of-magic

Dad - @random-mcu-dad

Maman - @mutantontheloose

Papa - @justawhitewolf

Little brothers - @poor-lost-leo @ducktamer415 @definitelynot-peterp4rker @they-call-me-ricochet

Sisters - @they-call-me-birdsong @i-am-metal @lenas-baby-sis @themagneticbarnes

Aunts - @capt-carter-mostly-official @the-barnes-girl @madame-valeria-delacroix

Uncle - @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass

Rules

- no nsfw

- no homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, sexism, racism, antisemitism, etc.

- stand with Palestine & Ukraine

Mod - @over-bi-the-wayside

[jackiequick]

In The Shadows / Marvel Comics OC ⌚️

Elias Drake-Thorne

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Face Claim: Jonathan Bailey

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Full Name: Elijah Henry Drake Thorne

Age: 26

Height: 5’11

Zodiac Sign: Virgo (reserved, analytical, and observant)

Nickname(s):

“Elias” (tends to have a softer, more modern sound compared to the traditional)

"Eli" (a casual version of his name)

"The Silent Observer" (due to his quiet and observant nature)

“Eli-Bear” (it’s what his mother used to call him)

Relationship Status: Single

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Personality

Elias Drake is a figure of quiet strength and subtle complexity. His reserved nature allows him to carefully observe and analyze situations from the sidelines, stepping in only when he feels he has a complete understanding. This calm and stoic demeanor often masks a more impulsive side, revealing a slightly rash and temperamental edge when things don’t go as planned.

Despite his reserved exterior, Elias exudes a quiet confidence. He doesn’t need to be loud or overt to make an impact; when he speaks, people listen. His calm and gentle mannerism makes him approachable, yet he tends to be soft-spoken and slightly sarcastic, especially around new people. His empathetic nature allows him to offer kindness and support, though this is reserved for those he truly believes deserve it.

Reserved and Observant: Prefers to stay on the sidelines and notice details that others might miss, giving him an edge in understanding complex situations.

Quietly Confident: Makes a strong impression without needing to be overtly loud; his thoughtful insights and calm presence often capture attention.

Independent but Collaborative: Enjoys working alone but understands the importance of teamwork and collaboration when necessary, balancing solitude with cooperation.

Slightly Rash: Although generally measured, he can act impulsively when his temper flares or when faced with significant challenges to his principles.

Kind but Selective: His kindness is genuine but selective, extended to those who earn his trust and respect. He is gentle and supportive but discerning about who receives his warmth.

Protective and Loyal: His loyalty is unwavering for those he cares about deeply. Elias’s protective instincts ensure that he stands by and defends his loved ones, even if he seems distant to others.

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Quirks and Interests:

Wears Glasses: His glasses add a thoughtful and intellectual touch to his appearance.

Bookworm: Though he enjoys reading, he has a stronger passion for films and often uses them as an escape.

Slight Temper: He tries to keep it in check but can be a bit hot-headed when frustrated.

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—Background 🗞️

Elias Drake-Thorne grew up in a gritty, crime-ridden neighborhood of New York City, an environment where survival demanded caution and sharp instincts. His family lived on the fringes of society, often struggling to make ends meet, but they instilled in Elias the importance of resilience and intelligence. The loss of his parents instilled a deep desire for justice, but unlike the flashy superheroes he saw on the news, Elias preferred to operate in the shadows.

His quiet and observant nature helped him navigate the dangers of the streets, but it also set him apart from others his age, who often resorted to louder, more aggressive means of coping.

Struggles in School:

Academically, Elias was never the best student. He found it hard to focus on traditional subjects that didn’t capture his interest. However, when it came to technology, engineering, and creative writing, he thrived. Teachers often noted that while Elias lacked discipline in some areas, he excelled when left to explore topics on his own terms.

He was the kind of student who would rather figure things out through hands-on experience than by reading textbooks. His self-directed learning led him to develop a keen understanding of technology and electronics, often repairing gadgets or inventing small devices for fun.

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Career at Stark Industries:

Eventually, Elias’s natural talent with technology earned him a spot at Stark Industries as a tech consultant. Despite his unconventional academic background, his skill set made him an asset to the company. Elias was particularly valued for his ability to think outside the box, offering creative solutions to complex problems.

While he kept a low profile, preferring not to attract attention, he found satisfaction in contributing to projects that supported the Avengers and enhanced Stark’s technology. His job allowed him to quietly play a part in protecting the world, even if he was never on the front lines.

Passion for Writing:

Though technology became his career, Elias’s true love has always been storytelling. He developed a passion for writing early on, finding solace in crafting narratives that explored justice, corruption, and the complexities of human nature. In his free time, he began writing investigative pieces, focusing on the darker, hidden parts of New York’s criminal underworld.

His reserved nature made him an excellent investigator—people rarely noticed him, and he was adept at blending into the background. His articles, though often published anonymously or under pseudonyms, became a way for him to expose the truths others were too afraid to confront.

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—Likes ☕️

Iced Coffee: Elias has a penchant for iced coffee, which keeps him alert during long nights of work or writing.

Drama Shows: He enjoys drama shows, particularly those with complex characters and intricate plots. He finds them a great escape and a source of inspiration for his own writing.

Mac & Cheese: A comfort food that reminds him of simpler times; he often makes it for himself when he’s feeling nostalgic or in need of a quick meal.

Simple Fashion: Prefers understated, practical clothing—jeans, simple tees, and comfortable shoes. He values functionality over fashion trends.

Homebody: Elias enjoys staying in and tends to be a homebody. He finds solace in the comfort of his own space, away from the chaos of the outside world.

—Dislikes 📌

Loud, Crowded Places: Due to his reserved nature, Elias dislikes loud, crowded environments which can be overwhelming and stressful for him.

Disorganization: He values order and tends to be irked by disorganization, whether in his personal space or in his work environment.

Unnecessary Attention: Prefers to stay out of the spotlight and avoids situations where he is the center of attention.

Overly Sweet Foods: While he likes mac & cheese, he’s not a fan of overly sweet foods or drinks, finding them cloying and unappealing.

—Nerdy Interests 📼

Films and Series: Elias is a film enthusiast who enjoys everything from classic cinema to modern blockbusters. He often analyzes films and series for their storytelling techniques and thematic depth.

Video Essays: He enjoys watching video essays on a variety of topics, including film theory, technology, and social issues. They provide him with new perspectives and insights.

Music: Music is a big part of his life, and he has a diverse taste ranging from classical to modern genres. He often listens to music while working or relaxing at home.

Tech Gadgets: Beyond his professional work, Elias has a deep interest in the latest tech gadgets and innovations. He enjoys keeping up with the latest advancements and understanding how they work.

Comics and Graphic Novels: While not a superhero himself, Elias enjoys comics and graphic novels for their storytelling and artistic value. They provide him with creative inspiration and a way to unwind.

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—Elias Drake-Thorne's Soundtrack Playlist 🎧

“Sweater Weather” – The Neighbourhood

Perfect for Elias’s cozy, laid-back, and home-centered vibe. It’s atmospheric and moody, reflecting both his introverted nature and subtle complexity.

“Sure Thing” – Miguel

This track brings out Elias’s grounded, nurturing side. It has a sensual yet chill vibe, showing his capacity for caring deeply and being there for those he holds close.

“Saturn” – Sleeping At Last

A beautiful, introspective track that mirrors his thoughtful, reflective nature. It hints at his connection to loss, his desire for justice, and his emotional depth.

“Leave The Light On” – Tom Walker

A perfect fit for the more intense, emotional side of Elias, where he wrestles with personal struggles. The song’s message about holding on through tough times connects to his quiet but strong resilience.

“I’ll Be Good” – Jaymes Young

This song matches Elias’s inner conflict, balancing his quiet demeanor with a desire to do better and strive for justice, even in his more discreet ways.

“Flares” – The Script

An emotional, heartfelt track that speaks to Elias’s experience with loss and his gentle side. It captures his vulnerability and the quiet strength he draws from those experiences.

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—Style & Background Insights 🔓

~Style

Casual and Practical: Elias's style is understated and practical. He favors simple fashion choices—think well-fitted jeans, casual shirts, and comfortable sweaters. His look reflects a preference for practicality and comfort over flashy trends.

Subtle Elegance: His wardrobe includes pieces that are stylish yet subtle, with a preference for muted colors and clean lines. This aligns with his reserved personality, emphasizing functionality and a low-key elegance.

Tech-Influenced Accessories: Given his tech-savvy nature, Elias often wears minimalist tech accessories, such as smartwatches or sleek glasses, which complement his practical and intellectual style.

~Background

Challenging Upbringing: Growing up in a tough, crime-ridden neighborhood in New York, Elias witnessed the harsh realities of life early on, despite trying to see the light in the darkness. This environment shaped his cautious and observant nature, instilling in him a deep-seated desire for justice and a resolve to make a difference in his own way.

Dual Career: Balancing a career in tech consulting with a passion for journalism, Elias has forged a path that reflects his diverse interests and skills. His work at Stark Industries showcases his technical prowess, while his journalism endeavors highlight his creative and communicative side.

Quiet Heroism: Elias’s approach to justice and heroism is understated. He works behind the scenes, tackling issues with a subtle, yet effective impact. His focus is on creating change quietly and meaningfully, rather than seeking the spotlight or overt recognition.

Homebody Nature: Preferring a quiet life at home, Elias finds solace in simple pleasures—like enjoying a cup of iced coffee, indulging in drama shows, or spending time with his favorite books and films. His home is a sanctuary where he can unwind and recharge, away from the demands of his professional life.

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—The Soft-Spoken Journalist 🖥️

Elias Drake-Thorne, much like a male counterpart to the iconic Lois Lane, embodies a blend of strength, determination, intelligence, and kindness. His journey reflects a deep commitment to storytelling and a passion for uncovering the truth, making his transition from tech consultant to journalist a natural evolution of his career and interests.

~Career Transition

Shift to Journalism: Elias's career initially centered around tech consulting at Stark Industries, where his technical expertise was invaluable. However, his true passion has always been storytelling. Recognizing that his heart lies in writing and reporting, Elias has made a deliberate shift towards journalism, focusing more on his love for writing and storytelling.

Focus Areas -> Elias's new role allows him to explore a range of topics:

- Entertainment and Celebrities: He writes engaging stories about the entertainment industry and celebrities, providing fresh perspectives and in-depth coverage.

- Technology: Combining his tech background with his journalistic pursuits, Elias covers the latest trends and innovations, offering insights that bridge his technical knowledge with his storytelling skills.

- Real-Life Events: His investigative work delves into significant real-life events, uncovering hidden truths and presenting them in a compelling manner.

- Lifestyle: Elias also explores lifestyle topics, sharing stories that resonate with his audience and reflect his understanding of contemporary issues and interests.

- Passion for Truth and Impact: Elias is driven by a desire to make a difference through his work. His stories aim to inform, inspire, and impact readers, emphasizing authenticity and the search for truth.

-> Narrative Style

- Thoughtful and Insightful: Elias's writing is characterized by its thoughtfulness and depth. He brings a nuanced perspective to his subjects, combining detailed analysis with engaging narrative techniques.

- Empathetic and Relatable: His approach to journalism is empathetic, focusing on the human element behind the stories. Elias’s kindness and sensitivity enable him to connect with his subjects and readers on a personal level.

- Commitment to Authenticity: Elias prioritizes honesty and integrity in his reporting. His commitment to presenting accurate and meaningful content reflects his dedication to making a positive impact through his work.

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—Fun Facts 🖇️

— Multilingual Skills: Elias is fluent in both English and Spanish, a skill he picked up growing up in a multicultural neighborhood. He enjoys using his language skills to read international literature and connect with a diverse range of people.

— Phobia of Public Speaking: Despite his career in journalism, Elias has a deep-seated fear of public speaking. He prefers written communication and finds large audiences daunting, often opting for written articles over speaking engagements.

— Collector of Vintage Cameras: Elias has a growing collection of vintage cameras. His fascination with photography extends to collecting old and rare models, each with its own unique story and history.

— Night Owl: Though he often forces himself to adhere to a morning routine due to work demands, Elias is naturally a night owl. He finds that his creativity and productivity peak during the late hours, which is when he does most of his writing and thinking.

— Unusual Hobby: Elias is a bit of a “house husband” at heart. He takes pride in keeping his living space organized and enjoys the routine of household chores, finding them oddly therapeutic.

— Pet Peeve: He’s easily annoyed by loud or chaotic environments, preferring quieter, more serene settings where he can concentrate and feel at ease.

— Dream Destination: Elias dreams of visiting Paris, France someday, drawn by its rich cultural history, iconic landmarks, and vibrant arts scene. He’s eager to explore its museums, architecture, and culinary delights.

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And we’re done! Pls let me know what you think 💭

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